(My friend is traveling to New York on business. While he usually gets his own room, his boss warns him that due to cutbacks, he may be sharing a room with a coworker this trip. The hotel desk clerk is a very attractive woman.)
Friend: “Reservation for [Name].”
Clerk: “And will you be staying alone, sir?”
Friend: “Yes.” *remembers that the room may have been reserved for two* “Unless you have other plans.”
Clerk: *icily hands him his key card* “Good day, sir.”
Classmate: “[Teacher], can I borrow a pair of shears?”
Teacher: “Sure.” *grabs pair of shears* “I’m pretty good at scissoring.”
(I work at a fast food coffee chain in Canada. Our coffee chain has gift cards that you can reload and swipe to pay. A customer is having trouble getting his to register, and on the third try, he yanks it roughly and it reads the card.)
Me: “Oh, hey! There you go; you got it!”
Customer: “Yep. It’s like a woman, you gotta be rough with it.”
Me: *long, stunned pause*
Customer: “Haha, just kidding!”
(My coworker and I are both women.)
(Our college has a small gym and locker room, with three shower stalls with curtains for privacy. In fact, the locker room has a lot of little options and ways to change privately, so you don’t have to walk around naked if you don’t want to. I’m more introverted and modest, and I greatly appreciate the privacy. My friend is much more comfortable with her body and is very extroverted and talkative, although she doesn’t walk around in her birthday suit everyday. She’s in the middle stall, with me humming quietly to myself to the right of her, and a frustrated-sounding woman to the left of her, grunting and sighing. Suddenly, the woman to the left of my friend stops her shower, wraps herself in a towel, and marches over to my friend’s stall, yanking the curtain back.)
Friend: “Hey!”
Woman: “Would you STOP the-” *pause* “Whoops, sorry. Wrong one.”
(I freeze, realizing that the woman is probably upset with my humming and thought my friend was doing it. I had already stopped when I heard the commotion, but she apparently still wants to give me a piece of her mind, because I hear her squeaking footsteps coming towards me! The woman is just about to reach my stall before my friend manages to slide out of her shower and stop her, blocking the woman’s way by spreading her arms and legs out like a barrier.)
Friend: “NO!”
Woman: *recoiling and almost shrieking* “Gaaaah! Put on a towel!”
Friend: “Well, hey! YOU were the one who wanted to see me without permission! I’m NOT letting you see my friend without theirs!”
Woman: “Ew, ew, ew!Ew, ew, ew, ew, ewwww!”
(I hear the woman squeak away, and chuckles from other women who are standing in line for the showers. I poke my head out and see my friend still standing in the way of my stall, dripping wet and completely nude.)
Me: “Um… thank you. I didn’t know how fast I could’ve grabbed my towel without slipping.”
Friend: *still standing there* “No problem.”
Me: “She freaked out more than I thought, though. Why was she so grossed out?”
Friend: “That… was an accident. When I slid in front of her, she had been reaching out to grab your curtain away, and well… she kind of grabbed my boob, instead.”
Me: “…”
Friend: “Just a light slap, on the left one. A gentle cup. It definitely wasn’t intentional on my end, and I completely doubt it was intentional on hers, but it happened. She kind of scratched it when she pulled away, but it doesn’t hurt-“
Me: “[Friend]?”
Friend: “Yeah?”
Me: “Your shower’s still on.”
Friend: “OH CRAP!”
(We finished up quickly and laughed about the experience afterwards. Thankfully, there weren’t that many other people in the line that we took shower-time away from, and they all forgave us anyway. We occasionally see that one woman, but she never makes eye-contact with us now. I don’t hum to myself anymore, though, just to prevent the situation from ever happening again!)
At our store, we have mannequins on very high shelves. Often, customers want clothes from the mannequins. That’s totally fine, but we have to drag out the ladder and climb up to the shelves, and dress the mannequins afterward. It’s a long and convoluted process, so it’s not done lightly.
Also worth noting is that the male mannequins are extremely ripped, for plastic headless dudes.
One very busy Saturday, I see one of the mannequins wearing a button-down shirt and shorts. I look up later and see that the button-down shirt has been undone and opened to show off its muscular plastic chest. As I go to break a few hours later, I see the mannequin has been stripped shirtless. This is weird, but it is summer and we do sell bathing suits and the like.
When I come back from break, the mannequin is completely naked.
To this day, I have no idea if a customer ninja-climbed up three times in a row to prank us, one of the newbies genuinely forgot they had to dress the mannequins again, or if our mannequins are alive and this one was a huge pervert.
